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The Gifted Series
Sara Markham is used to secrets. She has two of her own: her paranormal powers, and her father’s unsolved murder twenty years ago. The first is a secret she can’t divulge, and the other she yearns to unravel.
When her archaeology firm is tapped to excavate a ruin in Shetland, Sara accepts eagerly, hoping it will help solve the mystery of her father’s death. But she doesn’t anticipate Ian Waverly, a wildlife biologist whose questions worry her even as his rugged magnetism fascinates her. Ian’s more connected to her gifts than she knows, and far more than he wants to admit.
Enemies on sight, Ian and Sara struggle to fight the attraction that blazes between them. But when they are confronted with a decades-old web of lies and corruption, they discover the truth: only together can they heal the heartaches brought by the very darkest of secrets.
Page Count: 324
“How did you get telekinesis?” Ian demanded.
“It’s not like they hand it out in stores!” said Sara. “It just happened one day. I didn’t know what it was, and I was too scared to tell my parents. I was afraid of it for a long time.”
“And now you’re not.”
His flat, blunt words stabbed at her heart. He might as well have slapped her down into a seat in an interrogation room. They traded stares. “Yeah. Now I’m not.”
“When did your father die? How did he die?”
Her thoughts flew to the amulet in Ian’s pocket. “What has any of this got to do with my father?”
“Maybe nothing. Could be more. This stuff might be genetic.”
Icy dread crawled across her skin. This time, she did hug herself. “I’m done talking to you.”
Quick as lightning, he reached forward and snatched the boat keys from the ignition. “This necklace has to be important if you’re willing to risk being shot to fix it, Sara. That’s not even going there about you risking me being shot at. You’re not getting it back until you talk.”
She felt naked. Worse than she had at the inlet. Then, she’d seen desire in his eyes.
Now, she saw only hatred. “This isn’t about me,” she said, startled. “It’s about you.”
“Never mind me,” he snapped.
“What is it?” she asked. “What happened to you?”
“How did your father die?”
Pain and betrayal surged anew through every cell in her body, and that little girl from twenty years ago gave a silent wail of outrage. “He. Was. Murdered.”
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